Chapter 13: Chapter 13

“What?”

“Your wrists. I’m so sorry.”

I raised a hand. Circling my wrists were the marks the cuffs had caused when I’d tugged on them each time Quinn nailed my prostate. “Don’t be. You drove me crazy.”

“Yes, but—” He kissed the reddened abrasions. “I’m sorry.”

“Y’know what? You’re right, it was your fault.”

His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Didn’t think I’d call you on it, did you?

“You did things to me—”

“Would you please be serious?”

“I am serious.” There was a mild ache in my ass, but I relished it.

He stared into my eyes, surprised, and I pulled him into a hug.

“Hey, did I, or did I not, have a massive climax?”

“Well, you did come like a freight train.”

“Damn straight I did. And I didn’t ask you to stop, did I?”

“No, but if we’re going to do this again, I think we’d better come up with a safe word.”

I sank my fingers into his hair and tugged back so he had no choice but to meet my gaze. “What do you know about safe words?”